Pyrate Anne Bonny
if you had fought like a man, you need not be hanged like a dogLearning
Well we went to a few toy shops, and I picked out a harness at Maxxx Black (they have an online shoppy too). The harness is the “groover jockey” from d-vice**. It clips on nicely.
My red cock*** is a ribbed version from the fun factory (German). I preferred a pearly one, but it was way too wobbly.
We took the toys home, and I strapped on the harness for a while until I told him I was feeling comfy. Then he helped me attach the cock, and that was wholly new and weird. We both played with it for a while, and started kissing and playing and cuddling. It was weird to make out with a huge red cock in front of me…and I dripped some lube onto it, and rubbed it against his belly while he was on top of me.
Things started to get intense, and I lent over the top of him, with him lying on his back, rubbing my cock madly. I started to push toward his anus, but missed a bit. He helped me to aim, and with a bit more lube, it started to go in. The angles were strange to me, and the tactile blindness was difficult to deal with. I felt that my cock wasn’t hard enough (!) to enter him properly. But pushed himself up on his feet, shoulders still on the bed, and that was a better angle, and then I could let go with my hands, and start to touch both of our bodies and to seriously fuck.
It was all new and strange to me. So different to fuck rather than to be fucked. To feel a cock between me and a lover, to have the centre of my role in the physical act *external* rather than interenal to my body. To have a lover grimace in surrender and sighing “oh fuck me, Anne!”.
As I was fucking him, I had an indirect clitoral stimulation from the harness, and because I’d kept my underpants on (to avoid pinching of the hairs). The strangest thing was that I felt stimulation around the pubic mound, and it aroused my g-spot from the outside.
I got really excited, and I started to fuck him hard, to rub his penis, and I started to come. Wow. That was what I really hadn’t expected. Then he came. I lay back exhausted and with my brain spinning.
I wanted to ask all these questions – was it hard enough, was it long enough, did I go the distance honey? I started to talk about my feelings of blindness and worries about softness, and he told me it was a lovely first attempt and told me I didn’t have to hold on to the shaft for so long. We talked a bit about technique until we fell to sleep.
In the morning, my internals were still amazingly aroused and we made love again before work.
I’ve never had a boy who truly switched before. I love so many thing about him.
Rope works
Its the end of a class given by Rake and his team of lovely corseted assistants Ayelet and Kate. The students had been tying each other in hopeless knots – a lark’s head knot, a hands-behind-head and a lightening harness. Simple ties, but we’ll need to practice to make it half as elegant and effortless as Rake does.
Most of the students are new to bondage, new to submission, and are kindly surprised by Kate’s extreme excited reaction to being bound. She zones out instantly and becomes an excited and oversexual little girl. Quite gorgeous to watch. I know exactly what is happeneing when Rake asks her how she feels – she looks puzzled, no words come. He presses her, and she struggles to bring “good, I feel good” to her lips, but can’t explain why.
John, the venue owner, suggests very strongly to Rake that I might be a good candidate for some breast bondage. Towards the end of the session, he announces that it is now “tit tying time”, and when Rake asks for a volunteer, he points to me: “that little girl there”. I get up, go to the bench and sit on the edge. They discuss who should take off my clothes, and its decided that John should do it, since its his idea. Stripped down to my underpants and striped socks, I am already a plaything.
Rake starts to tie me in a chest harness that isn’t tight, but seems to restrict my breathing ever so slightly. I close my eyes, and the spectators disappear. I hear them making hushed comments, clinking ice in their drinks, but they cease to matter to me. All I have is Rake, shuffling expertly about me, breathing close to me, passing rope this way and that way about me. Once the harness is in place, he attaches more pieces of rope and bends my arms behind my back to bind them.
He’s noticed my closed eyes, because he gets out a silk and blindfolds me with it. Another layer of reality fades away. I feel a ripple of silence and suspense pass over the spectators. They are as silent as if they had just disappeared.
Next, my breasts are gathered in handfuls and bound outward. I start to surrender. Someone, I can’t see who, is sucking on my nipples and pinching them. There is whispering behind me, and I am told to put my head forward, a rubber ring-gag is placed in my mouth – between the teeth, and I am told to keep my head down but my head is pushed back slightly so I’ll “see what happens if I don’t”. My nipples pinch, they’ve been clamped and attached to the gag.
I’m not sure what happened next. Perhaps there was more tying, perhaps not. I feel intense surges of adrenaline. I feel as though I should vomit, I feel as though I should burst with pleasure, as though I will not be able to breathe much longer though I clearly can breathe and nothing is stopping me physically.
I turn my head to the right, where I sense that Rake is, shove my head to his chest and cry and cry and cry. I howl with release. My thighs shake. I want to tell people I am ok, I am delerious with pleasure. Somewhere in the dimness, I feel the following things… I cannot make tears, my lover rushes to hold me, Rake starts to untie me with expert efficiency, Ayelet explains to the crowd that what I am feeling is a good thing. I am glad that from my place under the social scape that I hear her say this, I don’t want them to worry.
They lie me down when I ask. They cover me with towels. I notice the sweat I’ve made. Kate and Ayelet stroke me, call me “angel”, and tell me to let myself float in sub-space as long as I want.
I hear them all talking about me. About how sexy I looked, about how quickly and fully I abandoned normality and entered the D/S relationship. I feel my lover above me, and his love just flowing.
They move me to a couch where I lie for an hour, gradually coming to the surface. It takes me 2 hours or more to regain various steps of reality. People ask how I feel and how I felt, but there are few words. One woman told me I looked like I was floating in the womb, which made sense.
